Winter in His Heart of Gloom

Winter in his heart of gloom

Sings the song of coming bloom:

So o’er death our souls shall sing

Lays of the eter­nal spring.

Then decay shall be no more

And

the weary seed time o’er

All the dead in Christ shall rise

For the harvest of the skies.

Wheresoe’er the faithful sleep

Angels shall go forth to reap

From the dust and ’neath the foam

They shall bring the harvest home.

Bodies of the saints

whose bones

Rest beneath sepulchral stones

Or are lost on every wind

All

those messengers shall find.

All from earth to Heav’n shall soar

In that flesh which once they wore

Deathless now and glorified

Like their Lord and at His side.

This is life’s eter­nal spring!

This the coming joy we sing!

Look we ever toward this day

Be it near or far away!

’Mid the sorrow and the strife

’Tis the music of our life

And the song hath this refrain—

Our Re­deem­er comes again!